Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glenn Branca to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Essential Logic,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.